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  • 3GP YELL
  • A WOMAN STOOD BY THE CHURCHYARD WALL
  • ANTHEM OF THE ANCIENT BRITS
  • CREST OF A WAVE
  • LIFE IS BUTTER
  • OLD MCTAVISH IS DEAD
  • QUARTERMASTER'S STORE
  • RED FLY THE BANNERS OH
  • THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WHO WAS CROSSING THE ROAD
  • WE'RE ALL TOGETHER AGAIN
  • YU-PI-DEE

  • 3GP YELL

    We Scout often, we Scout well,
    When we Scout we Scout like
    Digger digger hot potato
    half past alligator
    ra ra bulligator
    chigawala chigawala
    DUCK!
     
     

    A WOMAN STOOD BY THE CHURCHYARD WALL

    A woman stood by the churchyard wall
    Ooh__________ Ahh__________
    As many a woman had stood before
    Ooh__________ Ahh__________
    There were three corpses carried in
    Ooh__________ Ahh__________
    And they ware very pale and thin
    Ooh__________ Ahh__________
    The worms crawled in and the worms crawled out
    Ooh__________ Ahh__________
    They crawled in thin but they crawled out stout
    Ooh__________ Ahh__________
    The woman to the corpses said:
    Ooh__________ Ahh__________
    "Shall I be like you when I am dead?"
    Ooh__________ Ahh__________
    The corpses slowley raised there heads
    Ooh__________ Ahh__________
    The corpses to the woman said.  (Getting louder on the said)
    Ooh__________ Ahh__________
    SHRIEK!!!

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    THE ANTHEM OF THE ANCIENT BRITS
    Woad (Men of Harlech)

    What's the use of wearing braces ?
    Vests and pants and boots with laces ?
    Spats and hats you buy in places
    Down the Brompton Road ?
    What's the use of shirts of cotton ?
    Studs that always get forgotten ?
    These affairs are simply rotten,
    Better far is woad.
    Woad's the stuff to show men.
    Woad to scare your foemen.
    Boil it to a brilliant hue
    And rub it on your back and your abdomen.
    Ancient Briton ne'er did hit on
    Anything as good as woad to fit on
    Neck or knees or where you sit on.
    Tailors you be blowed !!

    Romans came across the channel
    All dressed up in tin and flannel
    Half a pint of woad per man'll
    Dress us more than these.
    Saxons you can waste your stitches
    Building beds for bugs in britches
    We have woad to clothe us which is
    Not a nest for fleas
    Romans keep your armours.
    Saxons your pyjamas.
    Hairy coats were made for goats,
    Gorillas, yaks, retriever dogs and llamas
    Tramp up Snowdon with your woad on,
    Never mind if you get rained or blowed on
    Never want a button sewed on.
    Go it Ancient B's !!

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    CREST OF A WAVE

    All hands aboard boys- All hands aboard boys-
    The ship is calling for more.
    We're getting ready now for a steady-
    Pull away from the home shore
    We're off to find adventure anyhow
    Because we know that now

    We're riding along on the crest of a wave
    And the sun is in the sky,
    All our eyes on the distant horizon
    Look out for passers by.
    We'll do the hailing, while other ships around are sailing.
    We're riding along on the crest of a wave,
    And the World - is - Ours.

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    LIFE IS BUTTER

    To be sung as a round to the well known French tune of Fairer Jaquer

    Life is butter, life is butter
    Melon-Cauliflower, Melon-Cauliflower
    Life is butter-melon, life is butter-melon
    Cauliflower.. Cauliflower.

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    OLD MCTAVISH IS DEAD

    Old McTavish is dead
    And his brother don't know it.
    His brother is dead,
    And McTavish don't know it.
    And both of them dead,
    And in the same bed,
    And neither one knows that the other is dead.

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    QUARTERMASTER'S STORE

    There were rats, rats, as big as pussy cats
    In the store, in the store.
    There were rats, rats, as big as pussy cats
    In the quartermasters store.

    Chorus

    My Eyes are dim i cannot see,
    I have not brought my specs with me,
    I have not brought my specs with me.

    Other verses:
    There was gravy, gravy, enough to sink the navy
    There were kippers, kippers, they smelt like skippers slippers

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    RED FLY THE BANNERS OH

    I'll sing you one oh,
    Red fly the banners oh.
    What is your one oh?
    One for the workers unity that ever more shall be so.

    Twelve for the chimes of the Kremlin clock
    And eleven for the Moscow dynamos.
    Ten for the works of Lennin.
    Nine for the nice bright satellite states
    And eight for the Eighth Red Army.
    Seven for the days in the working week
    And six for the Tollpuddle Martyrs.
    Five for the years in the five year plan
    And four for the four years taken.
    Three, three the rights of man.
    Two two the workers hands, working for their living oh,
    One for the workers unity that ever more shall be SO!

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    THERE WAS AN OLD MAN WHO WAS CROSSING THE ROAD

    There was an old man who was crossing the road,
    Crossing the road, crossing the road.
    There was an old man who was crossing the road,
    When along came a man on a bi-cy-ki-le.

    Do not let the wheels of your bi-cy-ki-le,
    Your bi-cy-ki-le, your bi-cy-ki-le.
    Do not let the wheels of your bi-cy-ki-le,
    Run over the man in the road.

    Other verses:
    Fish n Chip Potato Van
    London Transport Double-Decker Omnibus
    Royal Tunbridge Wells Urban District Council Refuge Collection Vehicle
    TANK!

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    WE'RE ALL TOGETHER AGAIN

    We're all together again, we're here, we're here.
    We're all together again, we're here, we're here.
    And who knows when we'll be all together again,
    Singing we're all together again, we're here, We're here.

    (sing in posh voice and then essex voice)

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    YU-PI DEE

    THE SHADES of night were falling fast,
    Yu-Pi dee yu-pi dahh
    As through an Alpine village passed
    Yu-pi dee pi-dahhh
    A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,
    A banner with the strange device,

    Chorus:
    Yu-pi-dee-pi-dee pi dahh
    Yu-pi-dee yu-pi-dahh
    Yu-pi-dee-pi-dee pi dahh
    Yu-pi-dee-pi-dahh!

    His brow was sad; his eye beneath,
    Flashed like a falchion from its sheath,
    And like a silver clarion rung
    The accents of that unknown tongue,

    In happy homes he saw the light
    Of household fires gleam warm and bright;
    Above, the spectral glaciers shone,
    And from his lips escaped a groan,

    Chorus:

    "Try not the Pass!" the old man said;
    "Dark lowers the tempest overhead,
    The roaring torrent is deep and wide!"
    And loud that clarion voice replied,

    Chorus:

    "Oh, stay," the maiden said, "and rest
    Thy weary head upon this breast!"
    A tear stood in his bright blue eye,
    But still he answered, with a sigh,

    Chorus:

    "Beware the pine-tree's withered branch!
    Beware the awful avalanche!"
    This was the peasant's last Good-night,
    A voice replied, far up the height,

    Chorus:

    At break of day, as heavenward
    The pious monks of Saint Bernard
    Uttered the oft-repeated prayer,
    A voice cried through the startled air,

    Chorus:

    A traveller, by the faithful hound,
    Half-buried in the snow was found,
    Still grasping in his hand of ice
    That banner with the strange device,

    Chorus:

    There, in the twilight cold and gray,
    Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay,
    And from the sky, serene and far,
    A voice fell, like a falling star,

    Chorus:

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